"Who the hell are you?"

Even if Luke hides it well and doesn't reveal the fact that he is a big guy.

But just as the hole cards of blackjack are opened, even if Mephisto is dull, he should understand that the guy sitting opposite is not an extraordinary person!

You can play tricks right under your nose and win this round.

Not only must you have a lot of courage, but you also have to have enough strength.

Mephisto's only defeat to mortals dates back to Faust a long time ago.

The main reason why that cunning, damned, shameless guy was able to fool the equally cunning, damned, shameless old devil was because of angels secretly helping.

To be precise, it was a battle between hell and heaven.

The mortal Faust is nothing more than a pawn caught in the middle.

To put it bluntly, a hell boss like Mephisto sits at the table, and he certainly doesn't follow the rules.

If you can cheat, you will cheat, and if you can cheat, you will cheat.

If you lose, you won't admit it, and if you win, you will be ridiculed.

In the end, there are no chips, and you can still flip the table and leave.

What's more, you can also snatch back the chips that your opponent has won.

This is the real devil's style!

As long as you can play yin, you will never have a hard time with your opponent.

Facing Mephisto, who doesn't care about face and dignity at all, he wants to win him.

Unless the opponent is of equal strength and can prevent the old devil from playing tricks, it is impossible.

"You know my name, and if you can win this round, you're definitely not an ordinary person!"

"Kama Taj's mage? Sithorne, the face of Setolak? ”

Mephisto grimaced and kept asking questions.

He didn't expect that he would capsize in the gutter.

The young human sitting opposite did not leak too strong a magical aura.

Plus he has a strong physique, not like a serious mage.

In addition to the slightly handsome, a little handsome face, and a rather outstanding mysterious temperament.

On the whole, it looks like an ordinary human being.

This was Mephisto's judgment as he sat down at the table.

"Me?"

Luke smiled at the corner of his mouth, and seeing the old devil's surprised expression made him feel "comfortable" in his heart.

Being able to tease the scheming, scheming Hell Lord is an interesting thing to talk about.

"An ordinary man who doesn't deserve to be remembered by Lord Mephisto."

Luke replied.

"Ordinary people...... If you're an ordinary person, I'll forget about this table. ”

Thinking of the cruel words he released before the game began, Mephisto's face looked a little depressed.

It's been a long time since a human has dared to behave so arrogantly in front of him.

If it weren't for the fact that Luke's identity was not known, the old devil would have overturned the table long ago.

Open your mouth and eat the other person's soul in one gulp.

"How about another one?"

Mephisto couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw Luke have those soul chips in his pocket.

It's his personal property!

"You still have chips?"

The latter raised an eyebrow, and he remembered that he had deprived the god of death of Seth's authority and occupied the other party's underworld.

In this way, as a soul in hell, heaven, and the currency of various dimensions, it seems that he can also use it.

"Give it a try."

Luke picked up a chip and quietly put it in his palm.

An imperceptible dark glow flashed in his eyes, and the blue chip, which was equivalent to one-third of the weight of a normal human, vanished.

"Chips, how much ...... I want"

Hearing Luke's question, Mephisto smiled contemptuously.

He is the owner of the Hell Hotel, how could he be short of chips.

These days, human beings, who are greedy and full of selfish desires, have provided themselves with countless soul chips.

It's just that the above sentence came to an abrupt end in the middle of speaking, and the old devil's gloomy face suddenly became serious.

The guests gathered around the table stopped talking.

The cacophony of voices was stagnant, and it gradually became quiet.

They sensed the terrifying aura unleashed by Mephisto.

Humans are fine, the demons who work in the casinos, especially the sexy dealers closest to the table, have weakened their legs and almost fall to their knees.

They shivered and wondered to themselves

What happened to the hell lord in a rage and couldn't control the power in his body.

"Where did you hide your chips?"

Mephisto asked in a deep voice, word by word.

Lose a game, lose a little chips, lose some face...... It's nothing to the old devil.

He doesn't care much about winning or losing, unless it's at stake.

He doesn't care about soul chips, they will end up in his hands anyway.

As for face?

The Hell Lord, who has been violently beaten by the Supreme Mage all year round, has no face to speak of.

His prestige is limited to hell.

The other great devils, the Dimensional Demon God.

Most of their perceptions of Mephisto are negative labels such as "insidious and cunning" and "ruthless".

The big guy who really has emotions such as "respect" and "admiration", sorry, there is not one.

Mephisto's reputation is great, not because of his strength, but because of his ...... Always the most beaten.

"What should I do with my winning chips, do I have to report it to you?"

Luke remained calm, and Mephisto's boiling rage seemed to him to be just a breeze.

The blue chip, after being casually thrown into the world of Hades, turned into a blurred, distorted shadow, silently blending into the darkness.

In the vague perception, the world of Hades, like a dilapidated house, seemed to have eaten a third of the soul.

The advantage is that the dilapidated house in the world of Hades, the four transparent walls, seem to fill a gap.

"The energy provided by the soul can also repair the underworld...... No, it would be more accurate to say that it would work for any dimensional world. ”

Luke realized the point.

Those dimensional demon gods, various god systems, and the two camps of heaven and hell, why do they all want to ask for faith and souls.

This may be an important foundation for sustaining their world!

"Mephisto's Hell Hotel is worth a lot."

Luke's eyes twinkled, and he looked up at the old devil who was on the verge of rage.

In his eyes, the other party exuded a green glow.

Don't get me wrong.

Not the power of forgiveness.

It's the color of the leeks!

"Human, you're killing yourself!"

Mephisto, whose patience was running out, stood up abruptly.

The guests who gathered in a circle retreated one after another, thinking that the old devil could not afford to lose, and wanted to beat people, so they hurriedly called the security guard of the casino.

Infernal flames burned the red suit to ashes, revealing lava-like skin.

"It's really boring, the Hell Lord can't afford to lose any soul chips, and he's embarrassed to come out and open a casino?"

Luke leaned back in his seat and waved his hand.

All the chips on the table that belonged to him disappeared and flowed into the world of Hades.

"You will regret what you have done, and you will fall on your knees before me and ask for forgiveness when your soul screams helplessly, screams miserably!"

Seeing the souls lose their senses, Mephisto's heart ached, and his eyes burst into a substantial black flame.

This scene frightened the casino guests to scatter and run.

But any human who has signed a contract and exchanged his soul for chips will not be able to leave this hotel.

They turned into illusory shadows, and they were all swept into the crystal ball in Mephisto's palm.

"It's not too late, don't be in such a hurry to dream."

Luke Shi stood up and no longer hid his strength.

As he silently chanted the incantation, streams of pure white light shrouded him.

"Emperor Weishan...... Supreme Mage! ”

Mephisto was about to unleash his anger and crush Luke's bones, but feeling the familiar power, he subconsciously stopped.

Pure white light!

And the breath of Emperor Weishan!

Aside from not having a shiny bald head, Luke fully meets the conditions of the Supreme Mage!

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